Poems for the Web Me-Too

Web 2.0 is a term that gets up people's noses, so I'm going to call 'it' Web Me-Too. You know what I mean.

I am looking for poems that speak about Web Me-Too, and today, this one jumped out at me. It's a tad scary. Do you have other candidates?

Shut Not Your Doors

Shut not your doors to me proud libraries,
For that which was lacking on all your well fill'd shelves, yet needed most, I bring,
Forth from the war emerging, a book I have made,
The words of my book nothing, the drift of it every thing,
A book separate, not link'd with the rest nor felt by the intellect,
But you ye untold latencies will thrill to every page.

Walt Whitman

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